To the time that passes me by...
There were the good times.The bad times.And you.
There was the adolescence,with or without the loneliness....and you.
There were the long sweaty summer afternoons,the feeling down,and the careless scribbles across the pages.....and there was you.
The playing guitar in the neighborhood,stolen tunes and stolen lyrics....and you.
The falling in love for the millionth time,and the dull Grey sky becoming beautiful all of a sudden...and you.
The usual morning jog;on those terrible days when i was disillusioned that i needed to lose weight.
That one-sided soul-searching,intimate conversations, whatever on the roof....and you.
That horrible day when college got over and i left the city,rebelling over depression and neck-deep in vodka....and the thought that i would never see you again.
The bad days at work.Screaming and taking it out on the road that i walk on.
Mindlessly tossing coins at the street urchins and advising them to go to school.....they would just blink and run away.
Getting claustrophobic at home with mom,dad and rest of the paraphernalia and breaking down on the bathroom floor....and you.
If there's anyone who's brought me everything I'd ever cherished,it's been you.
So this goes out to YOU..........my most unusual friend.
एलबम
6 years ago
1 comment:
u r not a lover,
yet u r in love.
oh my dear friend-
it is not you, not you..
someone else.
someone who often roams about in
your rooms of springs;
who loves the aroma of
the wild flowers;
who can melt away the stiffs
and embellish the joys and sorrows-
oh my dear fate..
it is not u. not u ,
some one else.
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